Max wants a quiet night at home. We'll see about that! I slowly walk into the bedroom, seductively swaying my expansive hips. In my hands, I carry a dozen donuts, stuffed to bursting with creamy custard and sickly sweet strawberry jam. As your eyes drink me in, I notice a bulge forming in your pants. It seems I suddenly have your full attention.

You untie the bow on my robe like someone opening a long-awaited gift. The way you grab my fat makes me moan in pleasure. I love that you make me beg to be fed like the greedy, gluttonous sow I am. The donuts' moist centers make them easy t...

Max wants a quiet night at home. We'll see about that! I slowly walk into the bedroom, seductively swaying my expansive hips. In my hands, I carry a dozen donuts, stuffed to bursting with creamy custard and sickly sweet strawberry jam. As your eyes drink me in, I notice a bulge forming in your pants. It seems I suddenly have your full attention.

You untie the bow on my robe like someone opening a long-awaited gift. The way you grab my fat makes me moan in pleasure. I love that you make me beg to be fed like the greedy, gluttonous sow I am. The donuts' moist centers make them easy to eat. In just minutes, I devour six of them. Any normal woman would be painfully full, but not me. I want more. No—I need more! I need to be filled until I'm painfully full, bloated, and breathless. Please, Step-Daddy, treat me like the insatiable pig slut I am. Use me, ruin me—I'm utterly yours. Feed me the whole dozen and make me even fatter!